Hoo hoo, this was going brilliantly. Emmeline quickly forgot the few moments of shared awkwardness as the silky fabric of her attire moved up and down her back, reveling in the fact that she could feel his hot hands through it all. Caradoc had a way of wiping her mind of anything but him, which was definitely a bad, oh-so-good thing. Emmeline knew that she rarely went out of her way like this, in a sexual manner anyway, so she was more than thrilled by his reaction.
Maybe she should just give him sex as a present for the rest of his life.
Her hands pressed hard onto the table behind her until the pressure forced them to bend and now her back felt like it was being pierced by the edge of the wood. Again in that oh-so-good manner, and her now free hands grabbed onto his shirt to attempt to balance out the clothing situation. She was always naked before he was, she really couldn't understand why or how, not that she was complaining. No, no complaining from this Ravenclaw, that was for sure. Figuring out the logistics of her boyfriend's keen clothes-removal skills would come at a later time.
Or she supposed she could figure it out right now, as that would be a rather enjoyable method of research. Emmeline grinned against his mouth at the thought, and let out a pleased hum.
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